Shit bitch it be six fordy oclock wher u be it be 2 am her
I'm in Paris now, how's Louisiana? I apologize for not messaging you, Nanner. I went to the Impressionist museum today. Screw the fantastic impressionist masterpieces by Van Gogh, Monet, Manet, and Degas, Somanyhotguysatthemuseumialmostcried.
lawl dat iz currect.
I’m jealous. It’s actually fairly cool here right now! Like, 45-65. I have much to tell you about today. It was.. Interesting.
That’s quite alright, my dearest nigger. Foreign boys. Unf, that’s the spirit!
Monk: What is the Way? Master: It is right before your eyes, Monk: Why do I not see it for myself? Master: Because you are thinking of yourself. Monk: What about you: do you see it? Master: So long as you see double, saying I don’t and you do, and so on, your eyes are clouded. Monk: When there is neither ‘I’ nor ‘You,’ can one see it? Master: When there is neither ‘I’ nor ‘You,’ who is the one that wants to see it?